Baking bread with my Nan
Watching wheel of fortune with my pop, or playing scrabble
Playing "horses" and burying ourselves in clover
Having green feet from running around after the lawns had been cut
The greasy smell of my dad's ute with the squeaky door
Home made, black plastic slip and slide
Always feeling safe in the ocean If my dad was with me
The bumpy tractor ride down to the dam for a swim
Watching Nan crochet
Sleeping over at nan and pop's and pop making me a boiled egg with soldiers and warm milk if I couldn't sleep
Reading Enid blyton books in bed at night with my touch lamp on
The few times we got picked up from school and didn't have to catch the bus!
Driving overnight to queensland and learning all about bananas and sugar cane from my dad on the way while everybody else slept
The smell of fresh picked vine tomatoes when they tumbled down the tomato sorter
Sorting through our show bags at the Easter show while mum and dad watched the wood chopping

we had this big backyard at our first place. it had this bit in the middle which to us as kids was like a jungle, and another jungly bit down the side of the house and outside the livingroom window. right down the back was a tree we used to climb and it had this big rock in front of it.
the property was on a slope and a few times mum and dad set up a water slide down the back yard with tarps and a paddling pool at the bottom, with the hose and a bit of detergent to make it slippery.
also there was an awesome space underneath the house we used to play in. and dad built a chair and stuff in there. he also built us a sandpit under cover at the back of the enormous garage, which we took the hose in sometimes. and he dug the trampoline into the ground in the same undercover area so that it wasn't miles off the ground.

i also have a vague half-memory of being.. must've been 3.. so my brother would've been 1.. and we ran into the kitchen to feel mum's tummy (she was pregnant with our sister) and then ran back to the living room to play. but i don't know if that's a memory or something i was told.

i have few memories before the age of about 10 so i'm pretty lucky to have those.

How much fun was 'Slip and Slide' and especially for you with a slope to slide down!
Such a cheap and fun activity for kids (and adults, lol), buy some cheap black plastic or tarp from the hardware, get lot's of detergent and away you go, so much fun!

Op I remembered ones woo hoo!I had to change schools when i was about 6. I had been at this school from two and half cos my mum died (private school w like kindy not like school school i just used to play).Anyway I didn't want to leave and was so sad-I had had same two teachers whole time that looked after lower and upper prep yogether.So my teacher gave me this life sized clown and told me to take good care of it.It was so big the clothes would fit me and I used to wear them all the time and drag this naked clown around with me everywhere.She was a really sweet teacher, she used to let me sit on her lap and read me stories. her nsme was miss white, how fitting.

Op I remembered ones woo hoo!I had to change schools when i was about 6. I had been at this school from two and half cos my mum died (private school w like kindy not like school school i just used to play).Anyway I didn't want to leave and was so sad-I had had same two teachers whole time that looked after lower and upper prep yogether.So my teacher gave me this life sized clown and told me to take good care of it.It was so big the clothes would fit me and I used to wear them all the time and drag this naked clown around with me everywhere.She was a really sweet teacher, she used to let me sit on her lap and read me stories. her nsme was miss white, how fitting.

It sounds as though Miss White had definitely found her calling and was in the right vocation and it's true what they say that they're are some 'Angels' on earth. for sharing hon.

I remember taking a packed lunch and going for LONG bushwalks with my sisters and the kids who lived next door (we lived near the bush for part of my childhood). It was just all children, out in the bush, alone

I remember nervously waiting backstage to perform in plays or eisteddfods at the town theatre.

I remember making a 'nest' at Easter time out of twigs and bark, every year, and in the morning it would be filled with chocolate eggs.

I remember driving around Australia in a minivan...my parents took time from their jobs and we packed up and hit the road. We played so many fun games in the backseat and saw amazing things.

I remember the smell of timber from my Dad's workshop, and going there after school to play with scrap timber. And before school Dad used to buy us a milk to drink.

My sisters and I used to love making cubbies under the table, with sheets and pillows, and we would sleep in our cubby for days at a time.

I have heaps of fond memories of the show, the smells (horse manure), dagwood dogs, rides, so much fun.

I have very strong memories of my years spent in Indonesia, riding through Yogyakarta on the back of a motorbike, driving through East Java in a van on our way to Mount Bromo, eating delicious food with our local 'family', going to the markets and exploring the laneways with my sisters (I would never let my kids wander off like that lol...my Mum was a bit of a free range Mum).

Op I remembered ones woo hoo!I had to change schools when i was about 6. I had been at this school from two and half cos my mum died (private school w like kindy not like school school i just used to play).Anyway I didn't want to leave and was so sad-I had had same two teachers whole time that looked after lower and upper prep yogether.So my teacher gave me this life sized clown and told me to take good care of it.It was so big the clothes would fit me and I used to wear them all the time and drag this naked clown around with me everywhere.She was a really sweet teacher, she used to let me sit on her lap and read me stories. her nsme was miss white, how fitting.

Oh my goodness so many. I'm not going to flood the thread, I'm going to think through all of my memories and find the ones that are best.

The first one that popped to mind that when I was 12, my school's crossing guard told me he was retiring and he was very glad that I'd been such a good friend to him for so long.
He'd been a crossing man since I started school, I loved talking to him and he was truly a fantastic guy. He was about 80, very white hair, very frail looking, but I remember that he rode his bike to work every day, from a distance which would have been about an hour's ride every single day.

I would save half of my lunchtime snack for him, Mum was a housewife and made excellent baked goods, so it was always little blueberry muffins or something. On the way home I'd give him half of my snack and we'd talk, and he'd tell me stories about when he was a boy and the town was only 10 houses and a bank.

Anyway, this went on for about 7 years, and one day he told me he was retiring, but he'd always remember how nice I was to him and all our great conversations.
He gave me a gift and a hug and said if I ever wanted to visit him to ask the school for his address and visit with my Dad or Mum.

I unwrapped the box and it was a book, but I didn't read it right away or even read the blurb. I set it aside and it was by and by forgotten. Mum and Dad were always too busy to take me to see him, but I wrote him letters and gave them to the school and they said they'd send them along for me. I got the address and it was always "We'll take you on the weekend. Next weekend. Next weekend"

A year after, I was bored and ill so I was going through my bookshelf, and I came across the book he'd given me. I had nothing else, so I sat down with it and was instantly entranced.
Turns out it was The Fellowship of the Ring, and a limited edition, limited print worth quite a lot. But I didn't know, or care, about the worth because I finished it in a day, read it again, and could not believe what I was reading. It was simply the best book I'd ever read and basically had me enraptured.

I cashed in my "early birthday present" card and begged my parents to buy the next two in the series, read those, I read the entire series about three times over in a month.

Then I remembered, oh my god, Ken gave these to me. i have to go see him now and thank him. I would never have found these if it wasn't for him. I was riled up, baked him some sugar cookies, picked some flowers and stuffed it all in the basket of my bike, found the address in the melways, bicycled to his house and fairly pranced up the driveway full of sunshine and happiness.

Well his wife and I had a great talk and a cry together, he'd retired because he was dying of cancer. He died a month after he left his job and she said he got two of my letters, but she kept the rest.

It doesn't sound like a feel good story, but my memories of our talks together, and the stalker-level obession it gave me with classical literature and Tolkien have provided me with so many years of happiness. I've read the lord of the rings countless times since then {actually, I know the total number but no torture will ever wring it out of me} and I always remember Ken when I do.

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